Love you, I love you   I Love you, I love you   Kill you, must kill you   Must kill you, must Kill you      I'm kind of fat and I sweat a lot   But that's the only bad quirky dinks I got   That and maybe the whole murdering aspect   But we needn't really got to that yet      I love people, I love everything about them   And that's why I gotta live life without them   I know it don't make any sense to you but fuck you   This songs about me exclusively      Murder, murderous, murderation   The murdering mentality without an explanation   I'm Mr.Happy and I ride a bike   I ain't got a seat, I just sit on the pipe thing      I whistle, I sing, I'll pet your poodle   I'll twist and squeeze your neck like a wet noodle   'Cause I'm so happy, I'll stab your ass   And lay down next to you dead on the grass   And sing, ooh, it feels so good every time I murder, I get happy      Happy, happy, happiest   I'm happy, happy, happiest   I'm happy, happy, happiest   I'm happy, happy, happiest      Murder, murder, murder you   I'll murder, murder, murder you   I'll murder, murder, murder you   I'll murder, murder, murder you      I love you, so hand me you neck   Let me teach you about love and respect   Respect the fact that I love to kill all   Wait a minute y'all I gotta take my pill   Zanoffs, it works, down to only three people a day      My victims, I give them love and care   I don't wanna get blood everywhere   I don't use a chainsaw or a butcher knife   That's son ninety's get it right      I never mutilate or chop my loves   All I really need is a pair of gloves   Or maybe a car, I'll run 'em down wit it   I know that can be messy but the birds will get it      Don't you see that I love you   I'm Mr. happy, I'm all about fun   Now get into the pit and try to kill someone   Ooh, it feel so good every time I murder, I get happy      Happy, happy, happiest   I'm happy, happy, happiest   I'm happy, happy, happiest   I'm happy, happy, happiest      Murder, murder, murder you   I'll murder, murder, murder you   I'll murder, murder, murder you   I'll murder, murder, murder you      My bike has a basket full of strawberries   I picked them myself along with apples and cherries   And lemons and oranges and boogers and limes   Plus there's a faygo in there but that's mine      Red flowers like after your dead   I plant seeds and grow 'em out, the side of your head   I got flowers all over the back yard   In the form of a jokers card      Uh, oh, feels good   I'm like the chuckle of my neighborhood   I'm one of them midnight creeps at dennys   Talking to myself and lickin' my pennys      I got a french fry hangin' out of my beard   Don't go near that guy, he's weird   You know I'm all good and everythings all right   When you hear this scream in the middle of the night   Like this, ooh, it feel so good every time I murder, I get happy      Happy, happy, happiest   I'm happy, happy, happiest   I'm happy, happy, happiest   I'm happy, happy, happiest      Murder, murder, murder you   I'll murder, murder, murder you   I'll murder, murder, murder you   I'll murder, murder, murder you      Happy, happy, happiest   I'm happy, happy, happiest   I'm happy, happy, happiest   I'm happy, happy, happiest      Murder, murder, murder you   I'll murder, murder, murder you   I'll murder, murder, murder you   I'll murder, murder, murder you